Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Praise for A Season for Second Chances
- Also by Jenny Bayliss
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Discussion Guide
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Yup,” said Charles. “I’d better get the old ball and chain upstairs.” He grinned, and Jenna thumped him playfully.
“Good night, everyone,” said Jenna, standing. “Thank you for making our day perfect.”
Two by two, the little group unfolded themselves from the sofas and followed in a lazy crocodile out across the snowy courtyard and back into the warm castle. They all climbed the stairs and disappeared into their respective bedrooms, calling out cheery but tired good-nights as they went.
Nory, however, was suddenly wide-awake, not just from the arctic blast across the courtyard, but at the prospect of a night with Isaac. He waited for her downstairs while she quickly threw some clean clothes into a bag; changed into her boots; and layered a sweater, coat, and scarf over her wedding outfit. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, every part of her was tingling with excitement.
Thirty-two
Nory was warm and relaxed, her limbs feeling loose as she basked in the afterglow of another round of excellent lovemaking, during which Isaac had pressed all her buttons and found some new ones. After a considerable dry spell, she really had hit the jackpot. It felt almost too good to be true that she was as fired up by his brain as she was by his body.
She was in danger of falling in love with Isaac and she didn’t mind a bit. In fact, now that she thought about it, that danger had been and gone. Could you fall in love with someone after six days? Nory felt suddenly a little nervous of the big feelings she had for Isaac after such a short time. It felt reckless and yet right all at once. Maybe that was what love was: holding hands as you jumped off into an abyss and hoping that neither of you would let go in the fall. A beautiful, terrifying thing.
She could hear the steady rhythm of Isaac’s heart, her head rising and falling with his breaths, and it occurred to her that she could do this forever, be by his side, talk with him, lay with him. He was worth risking her heart for. He was worth making the leap.
“I know you live in the city,” Isaac began, “and it would be a commute . . .”
Say it! Please just say it, don’t make me be the one to ask . . .
“But I’d like to see you, exclusively, see where this takes us. We touched on it briefly last night but I’d like to make it a solid understanding between us.”
Yes!
“I’d like that too. Very much.” Nory was smiling so hard she thought her mouth might be permanently stretched. She wondered if Isaac could hear it in her voice.